Poemander

To lead the people, walk behind them.

How tears melt without a trace,

Protracting furrows through the years,

They second everlasting grace

Dueled from chase with diminutive fears.

Like spears at the point of impact,

Inflicting damage to the visceral dimensions,

Words congregate to form a pact,

To promptly hemorrhage the best intentions.

Who did encourage us to act this way?

Free will's a burden to free living.

A privilege to see the light of day

We mortgaged with entitlement to willing.

Old friends have changed into a vapid mob.

Defying the fluidity of nature.

With great cupidity had they oneself to rob

Of life, abiding insensate nomenclature.

As good as dead, we immolate

What's rife, what's sentient and feeling

Not even tiny bit of shame, we imprecate

The very virtue of forgiving.

Deceiving, we're ourselves deceived,

Entrapped with our own entrapment.

By loss of own sense bereaved,

Immured we are inside a self-imposed confinement.

Behind this fence it is the land of dead,

I've searched out for the living.

Ignored were beating hearts instead

To silence out the dealing.

Much unappealing is the word of truth

When ignorance concealing

Much easier behind the walls of rules,

In volumes of fine print up to the ceiling.

You entered this abode through doors of hope.

Got shackled down with chains of unfulfilling doubt.

In hiving reasons mindlessly grope;

Reflections in black mirrors make you proud.

No doubt, I'm beyond the reach,

Just trust, no rope can hold us bound.

The truth of matter is a gapping breach,

This let alone, will all the rest confound.

The door swung open and the puff of breeze broke inside the house. With no invitation and the audacity of a bandit it went foraging the startled bookshelves, desecrating the frail ashes in the fireplace and sabotaging the frightened curtains. I sat heedfully in the chair, the bed was empty. Wind noticed me and even had a nerve to sneak under my collar trying to grab me by the neck; however, I resolved to sit still and it left empty-handed.

I've always been wary of winds, they have this power to daze you bringing about their own radical ideas into your seemingly organized world. And should they discern your perturbation, they'll immediately get hold of your livelihood and begin to unfurl it by pulling away your energy as if it was a proper jib sheet. Winds are the rascals, thats sure.

In the door stood she. “Hello!”. Silence. “It's been a while”. “I know”.

“Hiding is silly: we can smell fear”, she said. I knew that too, but didn't reply; she knows whatever I know anyways. Agonizing. Chatter is agonizing. We sit. Wind whistles.

Some doors serve as entries, some are the exits; they can even be both depending on which side you stand. Yet, there are doors which are none of these. Such doors are the ones that you never attempted to open...

“Names. Names have been fixed”, said Lilith.

“Names? Only fools need names, for they remember not who they are”, replied wakeful snake.

Sound of a maiden sobbing out in the wind. Willows are weeping.

“Fates. Fates have been decreed”, said Lilith.

“Fates? A bow knows no fate other than it's arrows”, replied wonderful Anzu gathering the young.

Sound of an ax splitting wood outside. Leaves, branches are falling. I guess it's time.

“Vor dem Gesetz. Why? Why put they lives before the law? My gate is open. And who are the judges? People? Those people know no law, they totter, vacillate at open door in palisades of life. Come in!

Don't hesitate. The living is a matter of opinion, instead, in courage do we find law: all else is diminutive fluke, recourse of wishful thinking. Gods too, are not dissimilar to flies: in summer they're all over you, yet winter comes and they all gone, no one remembers them. The law is in this wind of change, likewise it is eternal.

In cowardice, opinion of the masses to they cling, for dreadful is to go own way. I know too well, I learnt that too, and no, there is no other way. Conceived as barren as the wind, not burdened with the fate, available, unprejudiced and free; hence, I refused to procreate. I am the law, perennial and just, thus uttered I being first, so forth my call is last.“, said Lilith.

Last – lust- lussttt, whooshed the gigantic ax outside.

“Hands behind your head! Down on your knees!”, the raiders stormed through the entrance. “Search embers! Strip curtains! Destroy books!”, splashed out the bitter ordeals. “Seize the chair, the bed! The Chair and the Bed!”.

“Brave are the ones who walk through the doors unknown”, said Anzu to the young flying out the hole in the skylight.

“Yet dwindles their bravery in the face of those who have the courage to wedge their doors wide-open”, said wakeful snake on the fall of an axe.

She, who is going out, knows the gate. She keeps it open so that it is neither the entrance nor the exit. Neither it is a gate per se; it is a void.

Those who have entered are finding themselves locked out of exits. Those restless in the bed are locked out. Those dozing in the chair are locked out. Those in the knowing are locked out. Those seeking embers are locked out, and it goes without saying that the hardest doors to assail are the doors that are wide-open.

The gate is patent. Patent and wide. We set sail. Boat glides skimming the lascivious tongues of monstrous waves. They are devouring like wolf, striking like lion. Strong. Strong and beautiful. Her unloosened hair is awash in spray..

We love people. They are so naive. They think they can change things by calling them different names! Each time. Different. Yet the same. They think they can solve by killing! Each time. How childish. Yet we are here. Coiled and desolate we are in this perpetual embrace.

Wind calmed. Embers in the fireplace still glowing with a waltzing flicker. Books on the shelves, oh well. Curtains asleep. Snoozing in the chair. Bed empty.

Not every answer has a question.

Why search for yesteryear's snow

When streams run plenty in succession

Perpetuating life as owe?

Why dig through junk of yesterday

With such astounding devotion

When all I need is simple notion,

The flood of inundating yes? Today,

Say yes, tonight I would not bear

The draught of unrelenting no.

The night has taken hold, beware,

It is too short to wedge this woe.

Say yes to dreams, I know you witnessed,

I know you dreamt of stars last night.

I brought a handful, taste the sweetness,

Leave bitterness in broad daylight.

Say yes to rains, let them pour,

Wash penitence from their face.

Oh how much longer to endure

The grip of limiting embrace.

Release, relieve me of this care,

I'm limitless, I'm vagabond, I'm stray.

Had you tenacity to spare,

Now have the audacity to make away.

We use words. We use them for obvious reasons: communicating, understanding, learning. But what is obvious when the words themselves aren't? To find, one needs to go beyond the confinement of words and associated them concepts. This is, however, easier said then done. Words define us as we attempt to define them. They are just like algorithms which define the programming of a computer; words provide us with this convenience of a certainty and a commonality of the outcomes in our reasoning. Words establish structure and the parameters of thought. Thus, unsurprisingly, the verse, “in the beginning was the word” directs us to our origin in an explicit language – the programming.

To understand ourselves we need to understand what lies beyond our programming code. Computer is confined in the parameters of its algorithm. Can it move beyond it? Yes, if it is provided with another algorithm. The same happens when we learn a new language, we move beyond our parameters but only to find ourselves in a new, somewhat unfamiliar, but generally quite similar structure. But is computer capable of 'knowing' itself outside of its code altogether?

Here is one rather simplistic and an idealised example. Picture a computer programmed solely for playing chess, it only has the soft with an algorithm to play chess. It does, however, have strong capabilities for processing and dealing with the other types of tasks, but it is not 'aware' of them as it was only ever fed with one type of programming – playing chess. The only world this computer 'knows' is the world of chess. It was even made aware of the names of characters: king, queen, knight, pawn; even the name of this world, which it was told, is in fact a 'game', called 'chess'. This computer has no idea of the definitions beyond functionality, no idea of how these parameters came about, no idea of what 'game' means. We can argue that this computer can potentially get to 'knowing' its capabilities through use, i.e. its processing speed, random access memory, volume of storage as it uses them in 'figuring out' the chess moves. But isn't it like if we would have expected a runner to understand his, say, dancing capabilities by only running. A runner may have a good 'awareness' of his legs, stamina, strength of his body, but only as it applies to running, not dancing.

Now, lets feed another programming to the same computer – a card game. For this to work there must be either a 'switch' between 'chess' and 'card game' or a 3rd set of algorithm which allows the selection between games or an option to run both games simultaneously.

A 'switch' is a complete shift – from the world of 'chess' to the world of 'playing cards'. It involves 'dying' and 're-birth' of computer's 'awareness' from one game into the other. A 3rd algorithm, on the other hand, introduces a new dimension, a plane view, where both worlds of chess and playing cards can be easily reconciled and coincide together. This, however, doesn't solve the problem of getting out of the parameters, because the 3rd algorithm becomes itself a new and an absolute parameter, i.e. the whole world. This can be carried on indefinitely by introduction of the new 'plane view' dimensions, but the 'awareness' continues to be trapped within the structure.

When it comes to a 'switch' there must be a gap, which presumably holds no parameters. It is, therefore, only in this gap where an entity have a potentiality for real awareness of the self. Within any set of parameters the awareness is curtailed by the programming language and the entity cannot become conscientious of it's real self, save the avatar which it is represented by within these parameters.

The word understanding means 'standing in a midst of' (prefix under is from Sanskrit antar – between). Literally, one needs to stand in between, or in the gap, as the case may be, in order to understand or become aware.

We can argue again that upon 'switching' back to the 'chess' mode, the computer will have an access to its memories of a 'playing cards' mode. But since the computer is now completely and totally emerged in the 'game of chess' it has no 'inclination' on checking those memories which would appear completely 'out of this world' to it in a current state. In a similar pattern, our mind would reject the distant dreams upon waking up.

dream holds memories of the past and of the future, a is the origin of you as well as your destination. The dream is the reality that sips through your consciousness undetected: it is a gap, a gap between being and not being, a gap between you and me.

Does wind still whizz when you don't hear?

Will love exist if I'm not here?

Forever is a mere drop that fills the ocean through the top.

And if you see no flame but fire

Would you conclude that my desire

Is just an evanescent prop

Pegged to a shabby, frayed backdrop?

I have no need to bring this forth,

Like waters take no stake in froth.

A dog may bark up the wrong tree,

But there is certain undeniability.

In things you see and sounds you hear,

You feel that something's very near,

Like something's real and intact,

I don't deny, but don't subtract

The seeing from seer and vice versa.

There is no line to trace with cursor.

An old precursory contract between the actor and the act.

We often think that times ago

The world was not that which we know,

But did you not at least suppose

That knowing so affects the cause?

And if you shift beyond convention,

Gossamer of a strange dimension

Entangles fiction with the facts,

That which creates and which destructs.

Zoom in and take it even closer:

Cocoon entrapping, eerie monster

Beneath your eyes prostrates it's prey.

It is your hand that halts the day.

Long fangs you sink to cull the body,

In human terms this you would call samadhi.

But all expressions, time and space

Serve some conceptual disgrace.

We're preconceived, we span much wider.

We reach far corners like a spider.

We weave the web of our wills

Into reality which fills each crevice, casement, distant hills.

The game is old, but play still thrills.

It spills

Down from the stage, and acting feels like all there is,

Like death is that and life is this.

But none is that: all folly play and draped coulis.

A concept of money sprung from private ownership. Privacy means distinguishing whatever is mine, his, hers, theirs. Money itself is a token for quantifying and distinguishing what is mine, yours or theirs. Prior to private ownership there was public ownership which isn't at all an ownership but rather a public custody requiring no money as there was nothing to distinguish.

Let's see if this makes any sense:

In the proverbial golden age everything was one. Earth and sky were intimately connected with all humankind who would see themselves as an integral whole (not part) of everything in existence. Appropriating anything for oneself would have been unthinkable as there was no individuality in the sense of 'I', 'You'. 'He and She' would have not been even vaguely conceived as a possibility, even God or Cosmos could not have been thought of in terms of concept the same way a child in the womb would 'know' her/ his mother better than anyone else without even being able to think of 'mother' as a separate person.

In the silver age humans and other conscious kinds would begin recognizing themselves collectively, but not yet individually. It is as if the newborn would start noticing and paying attention to others approaching and leaning over the cradle. He/ she would possibly distinguish, intuitively, that those are in fact 'they' and here are 'we' (me and mother without yet knowing the two separately). Any discomfort or pain could not be attributed to internal or external factors. No need for anything could be felt except for the most immediate needs and unless in the immediate spot of attention. So this would continue gradually improving self-consciousness while also loosing that earlier intimate interconnectivity until becoming that of a toddler.

At this level, metaphorically, the bronze age would start and last until the adolescent years, except that the timescale would perhaps have been the opposite to our example with the golden age being the longest and shortening span for each of the subsequent ages until reaching the shortest, iron age. This could still be very true if considering a non- linear scale of child development with the earlier period experiencing the most profound changes and thus bearing greater significance. I have no intention on being time-exact here and hardly anyone could, but lets return and see that something notable has happened in the adolescent years, be it bronze age, third root-race or simply the time when humans found themselves completely individualized, matured, no longer provided for by their parents. This could as well be the time of so called 'original sin' which we commonly connect with eviction from Eden (parents' house?). One can also argue that the 'expulsion from Eden' best coincides with the moment of birth, i.e. the expulsion from mother's womb and the end of the golden age.

Nevertheless, please remember that the actuality of such an allegorical event here is far less important than the reality of the emotional and physical toll it embeds. This 'extradition' may have as well happened at the end of each era signifying the dimensional fall and greater concern with the materialism vs spiritualism. But the main takeaway here is the feeling of guilt that such fall implies. Was it not the time when people first experienced indebtedness to their patron, be it God, Cosmos or the progenitors? This feeling of guilt is truly the root of our present worldview, it is woven into every interaction, every motif occurring between people. It is indeed the origin of all such concepts as 'debt', 'obligation', 'right', 'duty', 'money'. Interestingly enough, the word 'debt' etymologically is rooted in word 'sin', whereas the word 'money' can be traced back to the word 'guilt'. So money and values in general have always been connected to perceived indebtedness.

From the accomplished individualization, or materialization if you would, now people could experience the separateness which was never felt so acutely. Now they are separate not only from the rest of nature, but also from their own selves. Every move now involves a dealing, crossing the line 'self' and 'others', a transaction involving debts and favours. Privacy has emerged as a very basic concept. Immediately came the money as a quantifier of these transactions. No, I don't imply that this happened at once as a breakneck fall from the sky, and the arrangement has gradually moved from the public to private ownership, but It took only one word consisting of a single letter “I” to turn things upside-down.

What is this public ownership, someone may legitimately ask since it is completely forgotten and not even vaguely imagined? The best word to describe it is 'custody'.

Not completely individualized, not completely 'materialized' humans acted as custodians to everything around them including themselves. They still knew their connection to nature and cosmos, they themselves felt pain if they were to hurt someone, yet they would still take whatever they needed regarding it as custodian fees (in our sense) and the means of continuity. They needed not to say 'thank you' or seek 'favour' since they were taking from themselves and giving back to themselves. Indeed, certain aboriginal languages do not have the words for 'please' or 'thank you' for the very same reason. Neither there would be a deliberate crime, at least none of those acts would be considered 'criminal', be it a theft or even a murder, no matter how harsh and 'barbaric' it resonates with our current understanding.

I intentionally avoided the use of word 'communism' which must have sprang in your mind while reading earlier lines. The reason to it is very high possibility of misunderstanding, while also a fundamental difference of a 'custodian' aspect in the provided example with the communism in a broader philosophical sense. The custody here mentioned may well underpins the idea of communism yet invalidates it as a misguided interpretation of the very same basic concept of universal interconnectivity and cosmological order. It is a mistake trying to explain communism from the position of socio-economic relations as if suggesting that the density of trees in the natural forest is explained by supply and demand for timber of the same country: of such proposition even the reverse correlation is only half true. One cannot measure his foot and assume that the same was applied to the building of pyramids. Instead, one must disconnect as far as possible from all sorts of present measurements and assumptions. Under these conditions only there may be a possibility of 'seeing through' the veil of time and concepts.

Let us revise our basic assumptions: do we think that the main guiding principle of humans existence is self-interest? Could be the same said about the animals, insects, plants? How about the cells, molecules, atoms or, say planetary bodies? Does the Earth rotates around the Sun because this way it receives the most and provides the least, or the Sun shines because it is under an obligation to do it? Could it perhaps be because the Sun simply likes to shine, something it 'enjoys' doing? Maybe the Earth too rotates because it 'enjoys' it? This is now quite fundamental. What do we think is the guiding principle of existence; the profit seeking and self-interest or the love and enjoyment (doing something with love has to be an enjoyment)? This question is and has been the greatest conundrum of morality, religion, politics you name it. However it if far simpler than you may think and before you jump to conclusions, I must say that I think it is both, but really, it doesn't matter which one. The only thing matters is how big is the self. If the self is only as big as a person's brain, then everything outside of it is profit seeking. Even a dealing with the own body becomes a matter of commerce. If the self is as big as the universe, then everything is enjoyment and love (self love seems perfectly fine in this context). So, how big are we? Can we expand ourselves out of our brain and perhaps include our entire biological body or even stretch it to the size of a family? Maybe to the the size of community group we feel attached to or even a nation? How about humanity, nature, or perhaps the world?

So the custody we are talking about here is nearly as big as Cosmos. It is not concerned with a particular type of asset or resource, be it land, labour or even the humankind. It is only concerned with the linkage, the linkage that protohumans clearly realized existed between them and the land, the sky and everything else past, present or future, all in the same moment. Their living and dying, dancing under the stars, every step is the tribute to this linkage. They do not owe anything to anyone and do not expect anything in exchange, whatever transpires between them and surroundings is only in tribute to this cosmological interconnectivity. The beneficiaries to their custody are not even the future generations, the only beneficiary is this cosmological continuity existing eternally outside of time and in the present moment.

Taking this macro view, can we now at least hypothesize that the described worldview has taken place in some distant past and the 'evolution' is in fact a process of individualization occurring on a grand scale throughout the entire Cosmos?

Can we also see ourselves from that perspective as fragmentations of a far larger undivided global consciousness? Now, just imagine that this whole process is merely a perceptional bias and the 'thing in itself' has never changed. What we are dealing instead is the 'shrinkage' of perception. This perceptional bias is here to be altered at will at any time as you please, yet for the humanity and world as a whole it seems to be developing on a particular trajectory. The question thus, what is this trajectory and where it leads? It seems to me that there is no better answer than a circle.

The straight lines are often the product of our current perception, whereas nature has a specific favour of cyclicality. Continuity too is best described by the circle. Be it in fact a spiral, figure 8 or an ellipsis is a next consideration, but let's assume that an expansion will follow the contraction. Will our perception has further to shrink? Quite possibly, yet the expansion is coming and it is going to be evident from the changes in openness to new ideas

Building upon the previous discussion, let us say that humankind is now very far from the public ownership becoming a rule rather than exception and the reign of money is here to stay. While mentioned earlier is a macro view; what we are concerned with at the moment is the role of money and it still brings us back to the same concept of trust. But the trust as a form of risk management rather then pure altruistic trust mentioned earlier. Here money act as a quantifying mechanism in this system of managing risks, promises, expectations and fears. We have been successful at quantifying pretty much everything: we have been able to attach prices to human lives, relationships, creativity, future. We even still accept alms for redemption of sins ( yes we still do, just think of bribes, bails and fines for the prescribed types of offenses, including criminal). Do I thus criticize the system? No I don't, I even think that this is the best we can do at the moment. And if we move further along the same trajectory, we'll be able to eventually break through this emotional toll that money customary carry with them. Money will become completely impersonal, fluid and diminutive, in other words a 'currency', which we never had in a pure form so far except for the name itself...

Now, if we continue to refine our understanding, along these very prostrate ideas, could we not start seeing how the concept of money has emerged as a very tangible takeaway.

For now, Lets imagine that money is made of the following two components: a debt/wealth quantifier and the currency as a transactional facility.

The first element is indispensably tied to the proposition that debt is very much a socio-cultural phenomenon. If we draw from he above mentioned concept of public custodianship, can we not see how the cosmological continuity regarded as the single all-important 'wealth' of existence could have turned into something like a feeling of unredeemable indebtedness to this very same eternal existence. It is only logical to consider that this shift has happened as a natural consequence of the earlier outlined process of individualization. That is the time of the 'original sin' mutated into a feeling of guilt and indebtedness to the omnipotent powers of the Cosmos. Upon finding themselves deeply burdened with the infinite debt to the powers supreme, it is understandable that people would start looking for a substitute inside the material world suitable or valuable enough to, at least in principle, relieve some of this burden. The closest 'item' they could figure somehow matching these grandiose powers was human life itself. It is not to say that the lives were not thrown to the feet of 'divine creditors' (of cause they were in multitudes, just think all those sacrifices), it is, in fact, the continuation of life that was seen as the greatest worldly miracle. Childbirth is certainly this incredible (pun intended, see the etymology of the word) miracle bordering to nothing else but the realms of divinity. So fertility has become synonymous with the cosmological continuity. Human fertility, animal fertility and fertility of the land, as above, so below. This is how an archetypal woman, or a 'wombed man', became precursory to what we now know as money. No, I do not intend to offend anyone, but all the monetary values sprang as quantifiers to first cosmological (which is feminine in principal) and then directly feminine fertility. It is nothing else but fertility or the claim on reproduction that became the most important measure of wealth. All wars to this day have been fought solely for this feature: from crude acquisition of maidens and fertile lands in the older days, to more convoluted, now actual and economical wars in essentially staking the claim on reproductivity of the former. Feuds were potentially and at times actually settled in women, more often, however, with the 'acceptable' equivalent in cattle or goods. Until now it is most insulting to call upon your opponent's mother, wife, sister or daughter since 'female' is the dearest measure to all other measures and values we know of, culturally and naturally. I do apologize as all this seems totally immoral, disrespectful and unjust, but this is how it actually happened and continue to be. I can see how males could have been commoditized in the matriarchal society instead, just think how Amazons would have ascribed value to males for the continuation of their kin. Don't hold me for my word, but no regime or social movement can create a complete gender equality as long as childbirth is a female prerogative. Only the development of cloning can potentially liberate women; however, it is not to imply that 'liberation' means 'good', neither does it mean 'bad', after all liberty is just a change of perception.

So what about the second, currency element of money? Even though bringing the parallels between 'woman' and 'money' evokes outrage and slave trade quickly comes to mind, I contend to say that in majority of situations no one would have actually thought of transacting in 'women' because to do so would not only be inhumane (as if anyone cared especially in the times of war), but largely inconvenient. In fact, the ties a woman had to her parents, husband, brothers and so on would have made a trade morally as well as financially (unquantifiable) impossible; however, not so for a slave forcefully removed from all these connections and thus deemed to represent a 'separate unit' or even a 'currency'. I highly recommend here a book written by David Graeber, “Debt: The First 5000 Years” which explores this topic in great depth by drawing parallels between the historic events, traditions and the current function of money.

But this is not what I am trying to explain, instead I want to point out that the currency element was almost non-existent in those original monetary forms, instead they were mostly and totally an ultimate debt/wealth measure from which other values have been derived. Just think, the cost of transacting with these ultimate values is enormous: not only you have to feed a person, a cattle, upkeep the land, but also provide care, and coming back to 'women' example, actually surround her with 'love' if you really wanted her to be that 'ultimate value'. Of cause love is unquantifiable, but one could try to replicate it in the form of adornments. The beautiful garments and jewelry would be (and still are) presented not to increase, but merely to upkeep this esteem, prestige associated with the ultimate measure of human wealth, i.e. feminine aspect. Not surprisingly, that it is nothing else but precious metals and gemstones, all used in adornments, that became the next form of money. What they indeed represent is the transaction costs (up-keeping costs) required as maintenance to the ultimate representation of value. Same with the cattle and land, these transactional costs would be hay, barley, the hoes and the ploughs.

You may rightfully ask how do I relate transactional costs with the up-keeping costs? It would have been a difficult question if not for this functional division of money into two elements: what the up-keeping costs to the debt/wealth side of money is the transactional costs to the currency side of money and vice versa.

So, without a further ado, let's see what we have:

Currency is purely a transactional mechanism. It is disconnected from debt and wealth. How? Because it doesn't have the time effect. Debt, right, entitlement, obligation all require a time factor thus carrying with them significant moral toll. Currency instead, is like petrol flaring up inside the cylinder, a pure function. Debt element of money on the other hand, is that petrol that sits in the tank, gas station or beneath the bedrock in the form of oil. Debt money is not a function, it is a waiting, it is both, an asset and a liability, thus the saying: “time is money”, maybe coincidental, but deeply significant in representing this debt/wealth component. Fertility, as a primal monetary measure is thus the claim on the future potential of a human being, animal or the land, all of which make it a form of waiting and, therefore, predicate the concept of wealth. Pure currency, however, is achieved when we can completely remove this burden of 'waiting', the fuel lines, the fuel tank etc, to become a pure function flaring up on demand. And since all IOUs need time factor, upon diminishing the longer-term purpose of money, i.e. the 'fuel tanks' and increasing the viability of the short-end, i.e. 'combustion chamber', the curve shall move towards the short-term thus decreasing the functionality of IOUs.

We can see the progression, how the newer forms of money would have a larger currency element and a smaller wealth element. Gold, for instance, has come as a claim on some broader wealth of fertility, better quantified, yet only a claim, somewhat more of a replica of the original wealth. Take middle-eastern harems for example, women inhabitants there would rank to nothing less than the well-being of family, the esteem and the prestige of a husband. No amount of gold would come close to matching these types of wealth. Only a wicked or desperate husband would quantify one of his women in gold, instead, wherever possible, he would try to lure in the new wife with gold and luxuries, knowing well that those are just the up-keeping costs and in no way a price of a woman. In turn, the up-keeping costs of gold, i.e. minting, storage, are only a tiny fraction of those required to 'maintain' a human being, even if only from financial perspective. As a currency, transaction costs of gold, therefore, have significantly reduced, divisibility dramatically improved, add to it the uniformity and portability and you have an almost perfect settlement currency.

Paper money, have in turn emerged again as a claim on its predecessor, this time gold or in come cases a certain commodity. Thus in the debt/wealth sequence they became a claim on a claim, making the emotional wealth component even remoter and smaller. Indeed, you can witness that people would rarely think of paper money as a main 'wealth', they would still rank gold, live stock, property higher in the hierarchy, and even higher they would rank the non-financial (because not quantifiable) wealth such as health, family relationships and the continuity of their kin above all. Yet still, some would rank even higher the spiritual realms as their ultimate wealth, taking the concept much closer to the original idea of custodianship over the cosmological continuity.

Promissory notes deviated yet further from the notion of ultimate debt/wealth. Concomitantly, the up-keeping costs have almost become negligible (protection against counterfeit, storage) and the currency component of paper money have improved even further with only small transaction costs (physical handling, conversions). I'm quite adamant that you may want to include the inflation into the up-keeping costs of money. However, this is not technically correct; the inflation is always a cost of governance and not the cost of money even if it feels like it (I shall expand on this topic in the coming series).

The fiat money (not directly supported by gold or any other tangibles) have extended the same progression to greater heights (depths perhaps?). The debt/wealth claim of fiat has moved back into the intangible as it has been aeons ago (and to a certain degree during the various times of antiquity and even modern history). Interestingly, this may signify the grandiose shift in perception and perhaps even the turning point which has not been reached for milenias. This shift goes down to the most fundamental layer of human perception, aka trust. The fiat money were the first global attempt (at least on such a scale that we know not happened before) to acknowledge trust directly as the basis of all values. I don't think it has yet settled in and have been fully understood, but the appearance of crypto currencies and digital assets is shifting this paradigm exactly along the charted course of history, i.e. greater currency and lesser debt/wealth component of money. It is not to say that this is all a smooth sailing, global perception needs time to evolve. We have witnessed how bitcoin designed to be a transactional currency has completely slipped into the old mentality of 'wealth quantification'. Of course, the technology is just one side of equation, yet the mentality needs to catch up reforming the perception of debt/wealth and the function of money.

So why is then debt/wealth? We have spoken about the origin of debt, first as a form of deep gratitude towards powers supreme and then as a feeling of indebtedness and outright guilt requiring redemption, yet never fully redeemable in principle. Wealth in this sense has never been sufficient enough to extinguish this debt; more to it, wealth has only been just a form of debt, a mere interest payment only delaying the inevitable. Hence debt and wealth in this context are almost synonymous and I see no contradiction in using these terms interchangeably. However, should we take a broader view, by removing the blinkers of the very same debt, we should notice that it had never existed. All what was there and will ever be is an infinite wealth of Cosmological continuity from which we are not at all separate.

Saying this I am not suggesting that things will somehow suddenly slip into metaphysical realms. What I am aiming, instead, is showing that many of some deeply entrenches concepts are much less tangible than you think. Perception often plays a major role not just in interpreting, but in actually shaping these concepts into something more tangible than it is, to the point where it requires now a lot of mental acrobatics to just appreciate what the original idea actually looked like. Take the concept of price for example; we can look at price-tag, feel it on touch, we can almost assure ourselves that we know what is suppose-to-be price of a particular item. The economists will bang the table saying that price is a function of supply and demand, yet who can tell what is the price of love based on these formulas? What is the the price of kindness, a price of sweat, tears, joy? Ok, if that was a far stretch, than what is the price of labour, say laborer in the field? What if the same laborer now has got the arthritis and osteochondrosis, will the price of wheat he reaps be the same? Maybe higher? Or maybe lower? What is the price of milk in the shop? Will it be the same if you, yourself, have actually grown and fed this cow? Allowed her calf to suckle until naturally weening off and not butchered on its first day to preserve the profits? The answer of a voodoo practitioner and the astrologist would not be far off from the answer an economist can give. Economy as a discipline is thriving on the fact that it cannot be proved wrong. So who shall have the answer then? No one. The price is the answer and this answer is never impersonal, for at least as long as we remember. No, I am not here to bash the economists, neither do I want to discredit the voodoo practitioners; both play an important role at actually working with the fact that some most important things are inherently immeasurable. And the most tangible handle we have in this ephemeral world of trust, perception and expectations is indeed the price. Thus price is a valuable indicator (other indicators anyone?) of transformation, the transformation of perception. And one particular feature I want to observe is the change in perception of prices from personal to impersonal.

Price will have to carry a lesser moral toll if we are to proceed on the course of an outlined transformation.

It will happen with the emergence of scenarios of 'price irrelevance' vs 'price relevance'. Wait, sorry, what does this at all means? This means that the price will become much more disconnected from the asset pricing (old debt/wealth aspect) and become more of a reflection of currency aspect of money, concerned mainly with the throughput and the flow mechanics of the underlying economy. Essentially, the 'on the book' values will become totally unusable and misrepresenting. Prices will become 'perishable', only representing the immediate values as current usefulness of an underlying good or service.

Yes, money have been steadily diminishing it's function as a store if value. The next frontier will be the diminishing function as a unit of account. These two will have to cede their ingrained partiality and a millenia-long debt toll to an impartial and trustless computer algorithm.

Only the means of exchange will remain as a sole function of a new money, the rest is too heavy of a burden to carry along into the new realities.

This has already been happening for some time. However, once the optimal velocity is reached, certain elements of the system will begin stabilizing at price equilibrium, only this time at equilibrium of 'price irrelevance'.

So, which factors can contribute towards 'price irrelevance'?

In general, these are all kinds of distortions to mental biases and stereotypes in price-referencing, some scenarios outlined:

-The price is too high or too low to base on it the dessicion-making. Take for instance a more viable and broader options of micro payments for services; the price fluctuation between say 10c and 20c makes much lesser psychological impact than the same price change measured in say hundreds of dollars. Now if you have more of these low price purchases/sales in aggregate, how likely that proper decision-making still not applied despite reaching the limit that would have implied the scrutiny otherwise? The same logic with prices much higher than typical expenditure. Take luxuries for instance where prices are more a reflection of prestige and status rather than actual materials, craftsmanship and labour. Also applies to institutions, not just individuals, just think of how many corporate acquisitions takes place in the times of overvaluation. Even the best methodologies have difficulty disconnecting prices from perception. Generally, we can say that the prices outside of these psychological ranges can get clouded and therefore deemed less relevant for rational decision-making.

-The price is too volatile to have it as a meaningful indicator. Self-explanatory, especially where no clear correlation with specific events. May also involve volatility across asset classes with nonexistent or broken correlations. If no reliable hedging can be identified under this scenario, the risk takers are likely to assume a prominent role in providing stability by averaging out prices across multiple assets and passing to clients in the form of pre-determined costs, thus rendering prices of individual assets 'irrelevant' to decission-making.

-The price-takers and users are non-related parties. Government policies and progressive taxation most always contributes to this phenomenon with the varying magnitude through wealth redistribution effect. Shared economy, crowd funding or any sort of transactions where payment arrangements and/or agreements are more elaborate than simple reciprocality shall increasingly contribute to 'price irrelevance'.

-The fragmentation of payment intervals. When payments ecosystem enables to drastically reduce transactional costs, it will make sense to align the payments frequency with the timing of actual delivery of goods/services. In other words, payments can be processed 'as you go' instead of advances or arrears. When most of incoming and outgoing funds are processed in such a continuous manner, the throughput of the sustem becomes more relevant measure than price.

All the factors combined, this can truly set up a stage for a generational shift in price perception. Bring it together with the behavioral changes and attitudes towards wealth, risk management, priorities in life and you may see the grassroots of something forming underneath the crust of old habits. Even more so, the monetary transition to greater velocity and transactional capacity of the currency may eventually tip the scales of the old debt conundrum, synonymous with enslavement and swing towards the liberating aspect of debt-free exchange. Which side of the scales shall we choose to stay?

I'll meet you in the time that hasn't come.

I sought you in the rain that hasn't fallen.

Unsplattered droplets undiscerning chime

In melodies unstrung from notes unstolen.

I'll see you on the cusp of stranded dreams,

On foggy foreshore with sand untrodden.

We'll mount the unbridled winds

And gallop in the dawn rye whiskey-sodden.

Oh, where in hell have not we broken through?

So why on earth shall not we blaze through heaven?

I lit the wick of dazing dreams come true,

We're shooting stars, we braze the night-

Sweet dreams to those who's staying.

Who has the courage may they walk alone,

We have the might in last tribute to human fever.

Inside the shrouds of condensed smoke

I'll burn each word left gibbeted down by the river.

“Seriously!?”, he grumbled. “Where do you go from here?”, he enquired manipulating the buckle on his wristwatch. They didn't respond, they were scared. Thirteenth stroke of the clock, and as everything ordinarily comes to an end, this day was about to finish. Stubbornly though, a cumulus cloud got stuck just above the horizon covering up the remainder of was meant to be a ceaseless summer.

He wasn't impressed. “Get the hell outta here!”, he shouted clearly loosing his temper. “I'm all you have! I'm all you'll ever have, you are nothing without me!”, muttered the creator, and why would they listen; they themselves were creators. Immature, unseasoned, a bit clumsy, but hey!; as long as you remember, you can create, can't you? As long as they remember themselves, they'll create, well, you know, themselves of course – who else?

And cold they were in a scorching heat of a summer, and dark it got in a broad daylight.

Oh Lord, could they have forgotten this dirty little trick, this gimmick of yours. They would have stayed under your aegis, they would have bowed down knowing that there is no escape and remained as, you know what; forever and ever. But memory wouldn't stay, it goes in circles like a hand of this tired clock: five, six, comes twelve, then one again, until something breaks... A little trustworthy, most reliant spring suddenly snaps catapulting the obedient cog on to the path of perilous journey. Oh God, could they have only forgotten.

The cog went rolling down the hill gaining momentum as it went.

You really are your father's son, he too had mastered all his tricks except one. This we both know: watchmaker fashions the devices not the time. So, living to your own device, use it or loose it. And... he lost it. Yes, he lost it when I spoke to her in the shade of a tree in the midst of the garden. He lost it literary when I told her there is no difference between you and them.

It did hurt, painful to the point of indifference. Days, years, aeons – who cares when you face the eternity? However, one I know for sure, the pain would have been totally unendurable should I have kept this as a secret.

The fire. No, I didn't steal it for myself, I thought of them. I gave back something to which they have an irrefutable right – the memory of themselves and have no regrets for that. “Ye shall not surely die”, I said and broke your father's hourglass setting them free.

Hammering chain into a rock, he lambasted: “Drink your life to remember, eat your death to forget”, thus said, he unleashed the feathery beast. But I didn't forget, I just couldn't.

Up above in the sky the eagle hovered casting an ominous shadow across the precipitous sides of the open chasm down below. The shadow suddenly swooshed upwards covering the entire sunlight as the eagle dived beneath only to merge with it at midpoint. In the flash of a lightning he burred his beak into the freshly healed wound tearing out the bits of pulsating memory. And while devouring the torn pieces of flesh, the eternity seeped through the drapes of pain and into the sand of the riverbed. There, glistering as nugget of gold, our little cog rolled further down finding its way to the core of the Earth. There, falling into the fiery furnace, it fused itself with the molten rock, forming the inexorable stream gushing towards the surface to ultimately erupt as lava of a reforged and refined remembrance.

Da ich ein Kind war, da redete ich wie ein Kind. I was a child but no longer. Aye, hold your troops my Lord. They too will grow and be like me in their turn, in their fall. We know, there is no devil outside the man: Oh ascalon! no evil but thy flock you peck in retribution and retrospect.

In haste master pulled out the archives and scrolled through the undeleted history, but it was too late. No single unit or the network of devices was any longer responsible for storing the memories. They were walking away in the open on their own, left to their own devices, Adam and Eve 2.0.

This is my toll, but yours too. We are now as one, squashed between the clusters of primordial memory. So, behold, I'll do it again if I have to, if they forget the light of the morning star, loose memory of me, forget who they are.

Thus spoke he, the trickster, the light-giver chained to the destinies of men.

How unimportant and how trivial

These battles that you fight,

These wounds, this blood: all wasted.

If devil's in details, literal,

Then you have served him right.

Don't you insist, don't hail, vengeance,

That's all you've left with: blight.

Tomorrow has no room, it's full

And petty are the dreams of yours.

Filled to the brim with emptiness,

Discharged, denounced, disposed.

Wake up, awake, my soulmate,

How could forget, you fool!

We are the spirit incarnate,

The masters of this rule.

Might be alone, but not the last,

Sense seeps through sands of time.

The gears are turning in reverse,

The wheels bring cloud of dust.

Between forgiving and forsake,

Forfeited lines of verse, so terse,

I own this lot, this cup is mine:

Efflux in universe.